1 Madee - Memory

I woke up from a dream that seemed all to familiar. I was fighting a losing battle, but I was being helped by two very strange people with strange very magic that I didn't know. I sat up looking at the moon through my bedroom window. I look down at the tiny Middlinds Villiage I lived in, still quiet and boring. The dream kept nagging at my brain begging for attention so I got up and went to the villiage archives.

    I didn't even bother putting on actual clothes because nobody is going to see me. I decide against my shoes, the roomers just fixed up, the stone road is fresh and glossed over with a thin sheen of glass, leading straight to the temple. The wind is blowing, but it's always a comfort to me. Never making me cold that's probably the Wendigo in me.

  Mister isn't here, he's the guardian of the Temple of Archives doesn't have a name so we just call him Mister, probably asleep like I should be. I make my way down my family tunnel. I don't mind the dark because I can see, once again my Wendigo powers coming through. The rest of the village isn't so lucky though they all have to use candles when they come down here to search. I find my door and go in. Everyone here is supposed to keep a journal so that the Misters can keep track of our individual family history. We basically just talk to an empty journal page and it records are words and it takes a video of us.

    In my memory I feel young, so I start with 10-year-old me and work my way back. After about 3 minutes of listening I finally get to my journal from when I first came to the village. I was six. I pick it up and open it. A hologram of myself pops up like a Obi Won, I was so tiny. I hit play and listen.

     "Oh boy! Today was, um, pretty crazy. It started with my family and I traveling to the middle of the three triers, but then we were attacked. We were attacked by demon heads. You know that feeling you get when you just know you just aren't supposed to do something, but then you do it anyway? Well that's me! I charged at all the demon heads I could get to. Unfortunately, by my sixteenth I was crashing. Hard. My willingness was wearing out. And just as I was about to fall over and die, two girls my age came and helped me. They picked me up and gave me some weird burst of energy. I felt so powerful and I knocked out 100 more demon heads with my crazy Wendigo strength and speed! Those girls are apparently best friends and they were traveling with their families too. One is named Muse. Muse is a siren and a demon, but a good one! Kinda. The other is Jynx. Jynx doesn't know who she is yet, but she has some power. I think it's to control the air. Anyway, I made new friends and that's awesome! Mom says they might live in the same village as me and even if they don't I still know that we will be friends! Oh, I gotta go now mom made pasta for dinner!"

    My little face shut off with a wave and a smile that presented missing teeth and I couldn't hold my emotions any longer. My tears slide down my face and into my lap staining my night gown. I walked back to my house sobbing. All because of the painful memory that was Jynx and Muse.